Sunday, July 22, 2012

Ghazal..!

Had-e-nigaah se, bahut door nazar aata hai;
mujhe khawab me, mera shahar nazar aata hai...!

Khuloos ki kami, aur kuch nahi lagti;
Bas koi qudrat ka, qahar nazar aata hai..!

Wo meri mushqil ho, ya teri dard bhari pukaar;
khabarnaweeson ko to wo, bas khabar nazar aata hai...!

Kisi din pee gaya tha , jo kehta hai aaj tak;
Tera diya amrit use, zeher nazar aata hai...!

Ek chaand jo meri , gali chhor gaya tha;
Aasman me wahi chaand, shab bhar nazar aata hai..!

Meri ahmiyat abhit tum nahi jaan paaoge;
kuch cheezon ka matlab, unhe khokar nazar aata hai...!

Motivation...!

Motvation may differ from 
person to person,

what motivates you may not
motivate others.

But motivation
in some or the other form
is necessary for journey
through life, in life.

The absense of motivation
leads to frustration ,

a form which is deterrent
to growth...!

Book...!

Life would have been boring
without commas and full stops

which came in between the 
sentences of my life.

Every new chapter began without
any reference to the previous one,

but some where in the midways 
the pointer came joining the flow.

The behaviour has changed from the
first chapter to this twenty sixth,

but not as much, that can't be identified.

Mother...!

She is the silent observer, 
like a light house 
which looks down the sea while 
the ships move over it.

She gives direction and guides
my soul towards the destination,

She hears my insecurities and the fears,
voices her opinion 
only when it is required,

She knows more about me
than i know myself.

Sometimes she seeks
a litlle recognition 
of her presence,

Though I never 
felt an absence
ever, 

she feels that
sometimes I look lost
somewhere in myself,

Self indulgmenet 
might do a little 
harm,

But if the difficulties 
are absent we will
not become 
what we want to,

I say in return,

My words 
not always make a sense
but the way I say
convinces her sometimes.
 


Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Germination ...!


When I hear the hue & cry
Over pity issues and
The bigger questions are not discussed

My heart cries over it.

People are so obsessed in the daily chores
And the problems of lifestyle,

They forget what they really want in life,

Or to put is simply as
what is their purpose
Of life.

Is it some kind of absurdity?

Flowing through the air,
And reaching everywhere,

Making people sick of
What can be called lack of
Respect for intelligence and intellectuality.

I want to discuss things
Which are not trivial in nature,

Which might engage the mind
In a constructive way,

And make us think and 
to innovate a new thought or an idea.

Love is in the air..!


Love is in the air
They say

But the atmosphere here is filled with
Smoke of hatred,

The rain is not able
To wash away

The dirt that has been
Created by time.

System...!


All the words look
 like a repetition of the past,

The originality is lost somewhere,

I cannot find the chilling thoughts
That used to pinch
In my heart,

Those feelings of sensitivity which
Made tears roll
Down my cheek,

I can see the despair
All over,

But I betray
Them as something
Which is not my
Business,

I may as well become
One of those people
With elephant skin.

I want to help
Those who can’t reach out to me,

I want to hear their cries
From here ,
I want to empathise with
Their problems,

I want to be a part of the solution
And not someone
Who is a part of the problem.

Sunday, July 8, 2012

Remembering You...!

I have fallen in love again
with the weather,

the droplets on my head
and the green view outside
on the road

reminds me the season of my
first love,

when the rains came to
submerge me , under it,

the misty air blew my head,

and I couldn't stop thinking
about you,

Your trembling lips,

that night
on the bus stop,

could not utter
the emotions,

you were going through,

The heavenly touch of your skin
which I remember,
makes me warm even today,

The rains has brought back

what
was lost long time ago,

your memories...!